His Domineering Lover
Chapter 366

The yard was full of plum trees. Although during the other seasons they were just trunks, once winter came, the fragrance of plum blossoms would fill the whole garden.

"These trees seem to be planted according to some patterns." Tracey found that the plum trees were dense somewhere while sparking somewhere else.

"My mother lived in that room. From that angle of view, when the plum flower bloomed in winter, it was a pattern of a heart." Adam said.

"Your father was so sweet." Tracey praised again.

"Yes, he cares about my mother. If he knows what she likes, he will buy it especially to please her. If he was born in ancient times, he must be the stupid emperor who abandoned the country because of beauty addiction." Adam said.

"Two months later, it will snow. Let's come back to see the plum blossoms, okay? I began to look forward to the blooming. The plum trees in a heart pattern, so romantic." Tracey said.

"If you like it, I can order people to plant plum trees in our yard. Except for the plum blossoms, we can have peach blossom, pear blossom, and apricot blossoms. As long as you like, I can plant all of them." Adam turned around and held Tracey in his arms.

"But I just want to be with you. The happiest thing of mine was to be with you." Tracey hugged Adam too.

"Adam, in fact, your father is not as bad as we thought. He just didn't fall in love with your mom at the right time." Tracey smiled slightly and said.

"It's not the case, little bunny. It's not he loved my mom at the wrong time. He loved my mother, but my mom didn't love him.

Never ever. If my mom loved him, she wouldn't care about his age, identity, or background, but she didn't, she only regarded my father as an elder or a like-minded friend.

She was respectful and grateful to him, but no love within her emotion. However, my father selfishly wanted to occupy her.

He gave her precious jewelry, high-end customized dresses, and a lot of gifts which were made based on her preferences, while all my mother wanted was just freedom.

Do you think this was called love? Do you think to love someone was to imprison her? If he finally gave freedom back to my mom, I will never hate him like this. It was him, and the people of the Sheng family forced my mom to kill herself.

Adam hugged Tracey tightly, and there was a touch of pain in his eyes. Tracey felt his trembling, knowing it was the biggest shadow in Adam's heart.

She couldn't imagine how Adam came here when she didn't by his sides. He carried a painful past, at the same time, he had to witness her love with Sean. Even if Adam had power and status, these things only made him more indifferent and lonely.

She still remembered that she ran into his arms in the Xia Castle three years ago. His breath was so cold. Perhaps it was because of the dark memory. Tracey kept embracing him. "It's all over, Adam. I will accompany you in the future. I won't leave.

Just let the past passed, from now on, no one can destroy our love, don't worry, okay? How about stopping the revenge on the Sheng family, and try to let it go? Let's live a peaceful life in the future, okay?" Tracey didn't make a pitch for the Sheng family. She did this all because she pitied Old Master Sheng's careful consideration for Adam, and more importantly, she cared about Adam.

She didn't want Adam to bear the heavy past any longer. She hoped that he could get rid of hatred and shadow and stop torturing himself.

"Little bunny, do you know that? There was a time in the winter, they framed me for stealing earrings. Several adults pressed me in the snow while the old man was not at home.

It was under this plum tree. The plum flower was in full bloom that year, and the color looked as if the snow was dyed with blood.

I kneel here for half an hour, one hour, two hours... Do you know how was it when feeling pain until losing all senses?

I swore that night that I would completely take everything of them away, what they feared for losing, what would be my aim to loot.

I've been working so hard to fulfill my plan. Now I'm quite near to my goal, you ask me to give up? You probably don't know the feeling that my legs were frozen so that I can't walk, and they were almost paralyzed!"

When Adam talking about this, his eyes burnt with hatred. Tracey had experienced similarly before. "Well, if this can make you feel better, I support you."

"Little bunny, no matter what I will do, please just stand with me," Adam said.

"Okay." Tracey wanted to resolve Adam's grudge, but now it seemed far deeper than she thought. Only the way of revenge could make him relieved.

"Don't you want me to show you around? I'll take you somewhere else. It was My favorite place when I was little." Adam took Tracey to the back garden.

Tracey was stunned when she saw the glasshouse. There were only plum trees in the courtyard, but in the back yard, it was much more astonishing to have all varieties of flowers planted here. They were ranged from rare flowers to ordinary ones, some would bloom in the spring, while the others bloomed in the winter. Each kind of flower had its own characteristic, but all plants were in good condition. Obviously, they were growing under someone's careful taking care.

"Most of these flowers were my mother liked. She stopped drawing ever since she lost her freedom. As a substitute, she began to raise plants.

She put all her energy into these plants. After she died, my father took over her job. Every grass and flower was raised by him until now.

Back then, when I was bullied, I didn't dare to tell my mother. I was afraid to make her sad, so I came here to tell my sadness to these plants like they were my friends." Talking about this, Adam felt a little embarrassed.

A little boy with a pink and tender face appeared in Tracey's mind. The scene that he came to the glasshouse and talked to these plants amused her.

"Can't believe it, you used to be so cute." Tracey was surprised by the difference that Adam always played cool in front of people, but in private, he had such a lovely side.

"I was childish then, and I' II easily take objects as my friends." Adam rubbed his hair in embarrassment.

"Brother Adam, please tell me more about your childhood. You know everything about my past, but I barely know about you." Tracey began to show curiosity about Adam's childhood. "Do you want to know my past? Okay, come with me." Adam took Tracey to another room.

Turning on the light, Tracey first saw that this was a room with various styles of paintings hanging on the wall, and most of them were the exotic streets of different countries.

Other than the streets, there were also paintings about plants, children's smiling faces, and wrinkle-covered faces of the old. Some paintings were the sketch, while others were gouache. "Were they drawn by your mother?" Tracey found that there was a signature in capital Z on the corner of each painting.

"Yes, some of them were her works. The old master kept every painting of her well, even if she drew again later.

After my mom died, here became my territory, and many of the paintings were made by me." Adam said.

Tracey enjoyed every painting here, like wandering in the gallery. Suddenly her eyes fell on a big box. "Is it also painting inside?"

She was about to open it. Seeing this, Adam hurriedly went forward to stop her, "No, they are not. They are just some... sundries." However, his face looked wired!